After saying this, Steve fell silent, merely gazing calmly at the audience below.
He was waiting.
Waiting for someone to hesitate, for someone to withdraw, or even for someone to question.
However, within the vast conference hall, there was no sound.
No whispering, no murmuring.
No one even bothered to look at the specific terms of the agreement.
Rustle, rustle, rustle!
Rustle, rustle, rustle!
In the air, only the scratching sound of pens on paper remained.
The sound was dense and hurried, like a silent spring rain nourishing this red land.
In less than a minute.
Thousands of agreements were all signed.
General Randy looked at the documents collected by the guards and nodded heavily at Steve.
"Everyone signed, no one withdrew."
"Very good."
A flicker of emotion crossed Steve's eyes, then his gaze became sharp as a blade.
"Since you are all prepared, please steady your minds now."
"Because what I am about to show you may overturn your lifelong understanding."
Steve turned and snapped his fingers.
The huge holographic projection screen behind him instantly lit up.
There were no complex charts; the screen only displayed a few simple, crude characters, like burning flames.
Conquering the Multiverse
Boom!
Although they were mentally prepared, when they clearly saw these words, a wave of uncontrollable uproar instantly erupted below the stage.
"Infinite Worlds? What does that mean? Is it parallel universes?"
"Conquer? Are we going to wage war? Against whom?"
Steve pressed his hands down, signaling for silence, then threw out an even more astonishing fact.
"A few days ago, I awakened a special ability. I obtained an independent world, which I call the Overworld."
"There are infinite resources there, unique rules, but most importantly, there is a door, a portal connecting to endless alternate dimensions."
The screen changed, displaying a video extracted from Steve's memory.
A gloomy sky, ruined cityscapes, and an endless, roaring, terrifying tide of corpses, as well as Mutated Zombies with immense strength that could easily tear apart tanks.
"This is our first target, the Zombie Virus Dimension, or as I like to call it The Walking Dead 2.0 dimension."
Watching the hellish scenes in the video, many scientists' faces turned pale.
But in the eyes of the generals, a fierce fighting spirit ignited.
"That world is very dangerous."
Steve pointed at the screen, changing his tone.
"However, we possess an absolute advantage."
"The world I possess is a special dimension composed of blocks. In that world, there is a unique mechanism: consciousness descent."
"We can use technological means to imbue the consciousness of our soldiers into the indigenous creatures of the world, which means..."
Steve looked at the gasping generals below and said, word by word.
"Our soldiers will participate in the war as Undead Players."
"Their physical bodies will sleep in the base, while their souls will conquer in the other world."
"Even if they die in that world, they will be unharmed in reality, only needing a few days of rest to return to the battlefield."
"Undead?"
A white-haired old general suddenly stood up, trembling with excitement.
"Director, is what you said true? Can we really achieve zero casualties?"
"Absolutely true."
Steve nodded affirmingly.
"But this is also why I have gathered you all here."
The screen changed again, displaying creatures from the Minecraft World:
Slender Endermen who can teleport and move blocks.
Iron Golems, covered in steel armor and possessing immense strength.
Creepers, capable of self-detonation with astonishing power.
"These are the new bodies our soldiers will be using."
Steve pointed at these blocky creatures, smiling wryly.
"They are strong, possessing various extraordinary characteristics, but they have a fatal flaw: they are made of blocks."
"They don't have fingers to pull modern triggers."
"Their bodies are oddly shaped, unable to fit into modern tank cockpits."
"Although they possess immense strength, they can only fight with the most primitive cold weapons."
Steve looked intently at the military industry experts below the stage.
"Therefore, I need you."
"I need the military industry to produce automatic rifles and heavy machine guns suitable for blocky hands."
"I need the Vehicle Research Institute to transform our tanks into land cruisers capable of being driven by three-meter-tall Iron Golems within a week."
"I need the Air Force Design Institute to design an air-to-ground missile system that can be mounted on Phantoms."
"I want these blocky creatures to be equipped with the USA's most cutting-edge killing techniques, to crush the heads of those zombies with a steel torrent."
These words stirred the blood of the audience.
Daniels and others, who had originally thought modifying guns and tanks was nonsense, now had no doubt in their eyes, replaced by an insane desire for scientific research.
Building equipment for undead creatures? This was too exciting.
"But, Director."
At this moment, a doctor from the School of Biology raised his hand to ask a question, his brows tightly furrowed.
"What else can we gain by going to such great lengths to attack a Zombie World full of viruses, other than training the army?"
"If it's just for slaughter, isn't the cost..."
"Good question."
Steve interrupted him, a glint flashing in his eyes.
Although the blueprints hadn't arrived yet, he knew what the system mission rewards were, and now was the time to paint a grand vision for everyone.
"We are not for slaughter; we are for evolution."
Steve waved his hand, and some blurry concept images appeared on the screen.
"According to my preliminary reconnaissance of that world, although the zombie virus there is terrifying, it also contains the ultimate code for biological evolution."
"That world possesses High-Energy Biopolymer Battery Technology, which can completely solve the energy problem of our exoskeleton armor."
"More importantly, as long as we capture it and establish a stable base, I am confident that using DNA found there I can extract a Mass-Producible Type I Enhancement Fluid from that world."
"That is a gene agent that can double the physique of ordinary soldiers and immunize them against most diseases."
Upon hearing the words "Enhancement Fluid," the biologists and generals below instantly stopped breathing.
Super soldiers?
"All of this is not yet in our hands."
Steve looked at their fanatical eyes and said coldly.
"They are behind that door, in the brains of those zombies, in that world."
"If we don't conquer, if we don't reap the rewards, they will forever remain empty talk."
"So."
Steve slammed the podium.
"I need you to first build up the overworld."
"Now, let's distribute the tasks."
"Staff Headquarters, immediately match the abilities of special forces soldiers from various military regions based on the biological data I provide."
"Determine who is suitable to be an assassin, who is suitable to be a tank, who is suitable to be a sniper, and come up with a plan."